Rejecting My Mate Who Took Me As A Stand-In
I'm Hannah Rhodes. Once, I thought Brandon Hayes-my brother Tyler's friend-was both my savior and secret mate. But our anniversary turned to shock: I saw him with his ex Ashley, hearing he only used me as her stand-in.
Later, Tyler revealed my real rescuer was Daniel Brooks, not Brandon.
Heartbroken, I left to find Daniel in Elthenia, cutting all ties with Brandon. Brandon, obsessed with Ashley, even sabotaged his esports dream for her-yet slowly realized he loved me.
He confronted Ashley, exposed her cruelty , and ruined her family. But when he tracked me to Elthenia, I rejected him cold.
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Chapter 2
I couldn't stop thinking about the first time I met Daniel.
I was still chasing Brandon back then, head over heels. One snowy night, I got a call that Brandon was plastered, so I braved a rainstorm to pick him up.
But when I pushed open the door to the private room, it wasn't Brandon I saw first. It was a young wolf sitting in the corner-Daniel.
He shot to his feet when I walked in, spilling red wine all over his shirt.
His eyes were nothing like Brandon's, soft and warm, like they held a whole galaxy. He stared at me for what felt like forever before saying,
"Hannah, pleasure to meet you."
Looking back now, I wonder what kind of storm was brewing behind that gentle gaze.
I took a deep breath, my fingers trembling. "Hold on, Tyler. I need a second."
Tyler gave me a confused look. "What's up with you, Hannah?"
Before I could answer, he grinned, oblivious. "Come on, don't stress about it. You're too gorgeous for your own good. Half my buddies are into you, including Daniel, the one guy who acts like he's above it all."
"Except Brandon, of course," he added, rolling his eyes. "That wolf's obsessed with his first mate, Ashley. No one else stands a chance."
I shut my eyes, gripping the gift box so tight my knuckles whitened. His words about Brandon barely registered. My mind was stuck on one thing: Daniel likes me?
My heart started pounding, my voice coming out hoarse. "You said Daniel's leaving the pack? Where's he headed?"
"Elthenia. For his career," Tyler said, scratching his head. "He was supposed to go Four years ago, but for some reason, he stuck around 'til now."
Four years ago. Right around the time I got in that car wreck and started hunting for the wolf who saved me. My grip on the box tightened, nails digging into my palms.
"Alright, I'm out," Tyler said, turning to leave.
"Wait." I stopped him.
"You've had your fun, but it's time to step up. You're taking over the pack's businesses here. I'm heading other packs to expand our territory."
"What?!" Tyler's eyes nearly popped out. "Hannah, are you serious? I'm not ready for this!"
I gave him a faint smile.
"No time to get ready. I'm leaving next week."
To chase my true mate. I didn't say it out loud, but my grip on the gift box said enough.
After Tyler left, whining the whole way, I dragged a massive suitcase into my villa and started packing up everything tied to Brandon. Every item was proof of how hard I'd tried to win him over.
A limited-edition mouse I pulled strings to get.
Shoes he'd mentioned in passing, which I'd stayed up all night to snag.
A tie knot he wore during a match, tucked away like a treasure. I packed all night, and by dawn, everything was boxed up.
As I carried the box downstairs, I froze. Brandon was back.
He stood in the entryway, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of pale collarbone, his messy hair falling over his brow, making his sharp eyes even more inelevense. He looked up, surprised.
"Hannah, you're up early."
Four years, and he still called me Hannah, like we were strangers.
If it weren't for the way he claimed me every night, I'd have questioned if we were even bound. But now I knew-those nights weren't about me. They were about how I reminded him of his first mate, Ashley.
I didn't answer, just countered, "And you? Gone all night."
He smirked, a faint, crooked grin. "Had some business."
In Four years, I'd rarely seen him smile for real.
His usual grin was cocky, his eyes cold. But this time, he was genuinely happy. And his "business"? That was him with Ashley.
Strangely, the pain that ripped me apart yesterday was gone. My heart felt oddly calm. I was just grateful I'd figured out I'd mistaken him for my real savior. It didn't hurt anymore.
I gave a flat "Oh" and walked past him, box in arms.
Brandon's smirk faded. He'd skipped our anniversary, didn't even call, and now I wasn't reacting? He frowned, reaching for my arm. "Hey, I'm sorry about missing yesterday. Let me make it up to you today."
I pulled away. "No need."
He blinked, thrown by my coldness, his eyes darkening. "No, I'm making it up to you."
Maybe it was guilt from Ashley, but Brandon was oddly patient today. He took me everywhere I'd ever mentioned wanting to go. We rode the roller coaster at the amusement park, had a dinner at a fancy restaurant, and-shockingly-he even went shopping with me, picking out a diamond ring.
I was about to say no when my phone buzzed.
The bar manager called, saying I'd left something at the club last time. I nodded, and Brandon, still acting out of character, insisted on driving me there.
As we grabbed my stuff and headed out, a soft, sweet voice called from behind. "Brandon, fancy seeing you here."
I turned and saw her-Ashley, all delicate beauty in a flowing aqua dress, heels clicking as she approached. Her gaze flicked to me for a second before she smiled at Brandon. "Who's this?"
Brandon froze, clearly not expecting her. After a beat, he said, "Tyler's sister. Hannah."
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7.9
Content warning (18+):
This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk.
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I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house.
They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night.
He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out.
Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss.
I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name.
Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him.
But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom.
Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat.
Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt.
I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.
8.6
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"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
8.6
Chosen Wolf
8.6
Danni's world shatters the day her father dies. Her mother has become a hollow shell of who she once was, and Danni is left to pick up the pieces alone. Every day feels like a battle just to breathe, to move, to find something resembling normal. Then her ex shows up - stirring old wounds and turning her already broken life into chaos. As if that weren't enough, the people she trusted most begin acting... strange. Secrets twist around her like shadows, and nothing feels real anymore. And that's when he appears - the mysterious stranger who keeps showing up just in time to save her. There's something familiar about him, something that tugs at her soul. But the more she dreams of the haunting white wolf that stalks her nights, the more she wonders if her mind is unraveling... or if something far darker is calling to her.
9.4
Raised by wolves, trained by bandits, forged in violence, she was a cold-hearted warrior, but forced to conceal her true gender to survive in the city of Los Angeles. Confined in an orphanage, she became entangled with Lucas Blackwood. Casey Angeles eventually found herself selected to be trained at the world's largest military training base (M base), an opportunity that seemed unimaginable given the base's policy of only accepting males.
Lucas Blackwood, the director of the M base and the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood family, is a legendary figure in both the business and underground worlds. But despite being a paragon, he has a secret illness that hinders him from getting close to a woman, so he has the greatest shock of his life when he encounters and discovers Casey's gender, yet His illness doesn't break out.
What will happen when they both get entangled with each other and Lucas finds himself getting attracted to the disguised Casey? Will Casey's secret be discovered? Will her Cold heart eventually be thawed? Will Lucas forgive her deceit after finding out the secret? How did she not trigger Lucas's illness despite being a female?
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
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Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.